Now, Amoon and Douglas also understood that the horde before them were all controlled Puppets, their consciousness had long been replaced.
This group was merely a bunch of walking corpses!
Douglas and Amoon knew that with Igor's experience, dealing with these Soul Devourers shouldn't be a problem, as evidenced by the group's continued retreat in the face of Igor's advance.
Igor continued forward, showing no signs of retreat.
The mob followed suit, hesitating to attack, even though their weapons were raised high.
"Still unwilling to come out? If that's the case, then I'll have to invite you," Igor suddenly halted. The Spirit Power in his body continued to flow, a reaction to gathering Energy.
Now he extended his hand, drawing his Meteor Sword from his back, gripping it with both hands.
Knees bent, waist lowered, sword thrust!
The seamless motion caught the horde off guard!
